"You really need to stop doing that face every time you see me. People are going to think you honestly hate me."
"And you really need to stay out of my life or you so obsessed that you can't?"
"I'm pretty sure you're the one obsessed principessa. I...
"You're the man, but I got the, I got the, I got the power
You make rain, but I make it, I make it, I make it shower
You should know I'm the one who's in control
I'll let you come take the wheel, as long as you don't forget
Who got the power?"
Power - Little Mix.
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I was finally feeling myself after the nasty hangover I had for the entire weekend. I don't know what I was thinking drinking that much of tequila. I was definitely paying the price the whole weekend for that. But nothing could prepare me for the longest week after the eventful couple of days.
I did consider myself lucky enough not to be the cover of the tabloides for the last few days. Whatever I can remember is enough for them to eat me up. And as much I enjoy the attention I get from being this great and amazing lawyer, I can not afford it for my reputation to be ruined by that. Especially now, when all eyes will be on me and my now new co-CEO.
'When did co-CEO start to be a thing?'
I scoff at my own thoughts. These new adjustments, as they call it, make my blood boil every time I hear someone say it. The word still has a bitter taste in my mouth every time I have to say it. As if being completely in the dark about this decision wasn't horrible enough.
My dad really outdone himself with this shit, actually no, I'm one hundred percent sure that this was all Vittorio's idea. And now I'm the one paying the price.
This week after the merger was stressful. The long, boring, and written for me speeches were stressful. The whole being stronger together thing was getting on my nerves. And like that wasn't enough. I did all this by myself.
Where was my new co-CEO, you may ask? Well, I don't know either. The Vittorio's devil's spawn, aka Lorenzo, didn't show up for none of our meetings.
Did he call to say the reason? No.
Did anyone let me know beforehand? No.
Did anyone say it was fine to do that? No.
Did I hate it every second of those meetings? Yes. I did.
Now, of course, you can imagine the anger that's boiling up inside of me at this moment. And how it's gonna take very little to make me explode.
